"Leonardo..." Willabelle whispered, her voice husky, as if she wanted to swallow the word but her lips wouldn't let it go.
When her hands touched the muscles on my chest, I felt the clumsiness of that touch. Her fingers trembled as they wandered, exploring like a discoverer reading a map for the first time. Willabelle's breath was still warm and uneven against my lips, but when she opened her eyes, a flash of panic gleamed in those silver-white irises.
Her inexperience was evident in every movement; this was a battlefield for her, but this time she had no weapons, only me.
My hands slid up from her waist, brushing the skin of her back as I slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress. The fabric slipped away softly, sliding off her shoulders, leaving only a thin layer of underwear beneath.
Delicate white lace, accentuating the pallor of her skin. Her breasts rose and fell gently with each breath; their tips hardened, betraying their sensitivity.
